#just raffled out some random girl

[incompleteloveletters]

the danish dub of monster high freaky fusion goes so hard

[luvjunie]

Hey sweetie, I’ve been a real big fan. Can you write some HCS or a fic about the both Miles being twins?

a/n: ABSOLUTELY 10000% YES. i had way too much fun with this oml. and omg thank you you’re so sweet! 😭 btw, let’s just pretend that in this au they don’t have the same name since they’re ‘twins’ lmao

— headcanons. miles and miles as twins

Twins? Yes. Polar opposites? Definitely.

They both have a completely different sense of style, but one thing they have in common is that they both love Jordan’s. However I feel like miles!42 is a full blown sneakerhead. Has the better collection and often finds miles!1610 wearing his shoes, because somehow 42 always manages to win the snkrs raffles.

“Are those my brand new fuckin’ 4s?” “Uh… no?” “Take my shit off before I tweak out.”

42 keeps his side of the room squeaky clean, gets upset if there’s even a sock that does not belong to him on his side

Absolutely hates the song Sunflower. Cannot stand it, makes him wanna rip his hair out. The minute it came out 1610 played it into the dirt and 42 swears he can still hear it in his dreams till this day

1610 is the more affectionate one (outwardly) while 42 likes to pretend he’s completely devoid of that as if he doesn’t love his brother with everything in him.

“You got exactly three seconds to get off me.” “Just hug me back, damn!”

They’re the kind of brothers to open soundcloud, turn on a random trap beat and see who can go the longest freestyling. They do that thing where guys bring their fist to their mouths and squeal and shove each other out of excitement when they get a good flow going back and forth

42 is definitely the athletic type, plays football and soccer. 1610 is more in tune with his artistic side. Will play sports for fun but doesn’t care for them like that

42 is introverted as hell, doesn’t really like talking to people. 1610 is more of a social butterfly

They’ve never once liked the same girl. Ever. Their taste is drastically different

“Bro, you like a white girl?” “…Yes? What does her race have to do with anything?” “See me personally—“. “Literally nobody fucking asked.”

Used to help each other break out of their cribs when they were babies. Either that or Jeff and Rio would wake up to find that 42 had climbed into 1610’s crib after they’d been put down and slept with him instead. it was impossible to keep them apart from each other, so eventually they just broke down the second crib and let them use the one.

You can tell who is who in their baby pictures. You guessed it, 42 was the oddly solemn one who always wanted to play by himself. They worried about him for a bit. They also had to tickle him as an attempt to get him to smile in pictures, and just their luck, he’s never been ticklish

When they were eight years old, 1610 accidentally broke the wolverine action figure 42 never went anywhere without, and 42 cried about it for three days straight

They definitely ask for each other’s opinions on their outfits

“Do you think this shirt goes with these pants?” “The entire outfit is black… how would it not go together?”

They both obviously love their mother but 42 is the biggest mama’s boy. Always in the kitchen helping her cook, will watch her telenovelas with her and actually keep up with the plot. He’ll willingly follow her to the grocery store or accompany her on her ridiculously long Ross/Tjmaxx sprees because he likes hanging out with her

They terrorize the fuck outta their dad and have been doing so since they entered this world because they think it’s funny. Stupid shit like dying his boxers pink, or looking up a cracked tv screen video on youtube just to watch him nearly have a heart attack thinking they broke it. They used to twin-swap when they were younger to get out of certain things, but it’s 100% impossible to pull off now. They’re way too different, physically and mentally

Uncle Aaron took 42 to get his ears pierced when he was thirteen, something 1610 would never do. Rio basically had an aneurysm when he came home with them in and Jeff was not pleased but Aaron took the blame for it, said it was his idea. 42 made up some bullshit lie about how if he takes them out before they heal completely they’ll get infected. Still has them in till this day

42 is exactly fourteen minutes older and refuses to let 1610 hear the end of it, but 1610 is taller by an inch and weighs a little more.

“I don’t know why you’re talking shit like I’m not older than you. Pipe down lil’ bro.” “Sorry, is someone talking to me right now? Cause I sure as hell can’t see ‘em.” “Nigga it’s ONE INCH”

They’re definitely scrapping over that, and both get smacked upside their heads by Mama Rio for fighting with each other

42 needs the tv and the fan on, SIMULTANEOUSLY when he sleeps or he’ll be up the entire night. 1610 can’t stand it

1610 will try and turn the fan off after his brother’s been asleep for probably two hours, thinking he’s in the clear until he hears—

“Do you value your life? Turn my damn fan back on.”

Deep down 42 is a big ass softie and loves spending time with 1610, he has no idea what he’d do without him. He’s just not the best at expressing it. 1610 teases him about it simply because he enjoys aggravating his other half

“You still got plans with Ganke tonight?” “Nah, his mom’s dragging him to some baby shower.” “Oh, cool, cool… So what movie are we watching?” “Huh?” “Huh—Headass. What movie are we watching tonight?” “Sorry, I’m not understanding. Are you—asking to spend time… with me?” “Damn, I need to say it in Spanish? Matter fact, you probably won’t understand that either. No sabo ass.”

[matenrou-fan]

Cockwarming HC with Mammon

I know I'm having requests in my inbox right now and no one asked for this but a sudden idea rushed to my mind so here we are..!

Femreader, teasing (both from Mammon's and reader's side), begging (from Mammon's side)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

-Despite his bratty behavior (and the way he looks in his demon form lol), Mammon is not that kinky and probably doesn't know what cockwarming is.

-You two discover that interesting pleasant thing accidentally during one of your quality time alone.

-He pins you to the wall in his bedroom, your bodies so hot and close to each other, your hearts beating in one rhythm and your tongues dancing together.. He cups your ass cheeks with his warm hands as he slowly enters inside you, enjoying the little sounds you make.

-That when you two suddenly hear a loud thud in the corridor, accompanied by someone's scream. Mammon froze in place, his cock still deep inside you, twitching and trembling. You also get quite scared, squeezing his hips with your thighs and looking at the door with widened eyes.

-But it turned out that it was Levi, he ran out of his bedroom, almost breaking his door as he screamed about a new figure of Ruri-chan that was raffle off in one of his favorite shops and he should be there ASAP.

-When everything turns silent again you and Mammon breathed a sigh of relief almost synchronously, but he was still standing like this, holding you tight to his chest.

-"Am I tripping or it feels kinda nice..?" - he whimpered in your ear, rubbing his hips against yours. You can't help but moan a little, feeling him fully inside your clenching pussy was actually pleasant, but you were already hungry for some friction.

-So you suggest trying this next time, as now you need him to give you a good and fast pounding. And Mammon is always willing to do as you ask.

-After that you do a little research just to find that it's actually a thing in sex that many couples enjoy and it can be a great foreplay before the main act.

-So from now you two love to do this, especially if you have a lot of free time that you can spend pleasuring each other.

-Despite Mammon actually really likes it, sometimes it's so hard to sit in place when he hears your little gasps and whimpers, your legs around his waist so tight as you sit in his laps, hands grabbing his shoulders so desperately..

-So eventually you started to use cockwarming as a punishment to him sometimes, when he again spent too much money for random things or got into another one stupid story with witches.

-His face is just so cute when he blushes like that, not able to control his voice. Your tight walls are squeezing him so well, all he can think about is this hot wetness of your cunt around his dick.

-Mammon can furrow his brows and look away as much as he wants, but you can feel as he getting harder inside you, meaning that he's actually quite enjoy this little humiliation. So it won't take that long for him to break and start begging, as he whines shyly for more.

-"Please.. S/o, I can't take any more.." - such a husky and trembling voice as he gasps for air, breathing so heavily. His hot arms on your waist as he squeezes your soft skin impatiently, admiring your beautiful body with cloudy eyes. - "Please.. Let me cum.."

-He would be more sloppy but faster than usual, as he can't control this urge inside his body, already so horny. You can't even imagine how hungry and needy you make him feel, but maybe his moans, much louder and hopeless than his casual voice, will be a hint for you.

-As much as he can be passive and obedient in bed, he also doesn't mind to be in the dominant and playful side, if the mood is just right.

-Holding your hips in place with his pretty strong hands when you try to squirm around, hoping for some friction. His smirk is so wild and amusing, as he scolds you a little.

-"Come on, s/o, you can be a good girl for me, alright? Just a little bit more and I will reward you greatly.." - he kisses your earlobe, whispering in such teasing tone… truly, a demon. But this little mockery just makes your body tingle as you feel a wave of goosebumps running down your core, and Mammon immediately notices that. - "Mm? I can see that you really enjoy our little play, don't you, darling?"

-As this sudden discovery spiced up your time in the bedroom a little, now you two were willing to find and try more new things. Who knows just how many interesting ways of pleasing you will find?

[zoke-coke]

Okay here’s some emo band au shit. There are multiple bands, as the total drama part of the au itself is a battle of the bands competition. We got

BANDS:

The Drama Brothers

The one canon band. They’re a combination of every boy band—nonfiction AND fiction—ever. Consists of the same four (+ Sasquatchanakwa) as in the show.

System Flowers

I know I always call them “the emo band”, but they’re not really one set subculture. I mean, Duncan’s punk, Alejandro’s emo, Mal’s a metalhead, and Zoey’s goth at her core, but if you asked me to list their songs I’d give you an MCR album. Which makes me wonder, if they’re this universe’s MCR, does Twilight exist? Does 50 Shades exist? Does After exist, but as Drama Brothers? Anyway, their #1 rival band is the Drama Brothers. They also all kiss sometimes. They consist of:

Zoey - lead vocalist, can not play an instrument (represented in logo as a pink violet)

Mike (Mal/Svetlana) - guitar and bassist AND stunt artist (Svetlana) (represented in logo as a blue forget me not)

Duncan - drummer (represented in logo as a green button pom)

Heather - manager/keys (represented in logo as a white……..heather)

Alejandro - guitarist and vocalist (represented in logo as a red rose) (added to the band as competition to Justin)

Prime Time Lobotomy

Dark folk band composed of loons (affectionate and serious). Occasionally, they have screamo-like vocals with their fairy folk instrumentals. They’re probably all sapphics but I won’t say who dates who. The women:

Dawn - lead vocalist, but plays the flute when not singing.

Izzy - fiddle player, constantly tries to convince Dawn to let her yodel in the middle of random songs. She says she IS the lobotomy in the band name.

Jo - acoustic guitar. She was a last minute addition, but was convinced by Dawn. She said her soul needed some fun.

Eva - hand drums, or anything she can bang on.

SOLOISTS:

Courtney

Courtney was a ghostwriter who wrote music for various artists, who after her teenage years put out her own songs on YouTube and became an internet singer. She eventually became a big pop star, and that’s where she’s at now. I’d say she’s like… this universe’s Taylor? But I don’t know if I CAN say that

Gwen

True goth girl. She writes on her own, but doesn’t really put any music out; she was accepted into the battle of the bands through a random raffle. Princess Charm School style. The first friend she really makes in this whole thing is Courtney. Courtney finds her weird, but… charming.

José

Before Alejandro joined System Flowers, he was in a duo music act with his brother. While their act was extremely successful, it was obvious José was the favorite and he knew it. He’d constantly put Alejandro down and take any spotlight he had. One performance Alejandro has enough of his bullshit and they have a very violent split, and he joins this competition as a way to get back at him.

HOSTS:

Geoff and Bridgette

They’re married :) talk show hosts, a lot easier to talk to than Chris.

Chris McLean.

The main host. Put the show on to not give popularity to others, but to gain it himself. He was a one hit wonder years ago, for “I Wanna Be Famous”.

Yeah that’s it 👍 uhhhh oh yeah to clear up any confusion the contestants are all in their 20s, out of college. And it’s kinda just gen 1 and gen 2 cast. For now

[spnfanficpond]

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[j4zz4lop3]

…am i seriously gonna rant about a trash muppet?

Yes. Yes i am

was lizbert megafig fUCKING INSANE

now I’m not a law person so this is purely safety related so let’s begin shall we?

1 i doubt you should invite people who have no knowledge of any type of science to your expedition through a raffle. As a vacation. I get why Triffany is there, i get why Floofty and Snorpy might be there i get egabell and chandlo even but what fucking business does some random purple gossip girl have to do on a remote island?? Some unemployed scammer? A guy who has no actual capability for survival like this? Why the hell do you need them? If you run out of food they’re who you eat first?

2 everything made out of wood. Houses, farm, barn, bridges. (as a side-note only vehicle to get them off the island also made of wood) even before snorpy decided he doesn’t feel safe unless there’s multiple more fire hazards in the village there was still a fireplace that is literally never put out. And their houses were so close to each other that the fire definitely could’ve spread easily

2.5 as another building error, no doors, especially in a town where international law doesn’t apply. Do you WANT someone to get murdered? If not by eachother some random intruder? Snaxquatch? Just overall a big snak? Gramble regularly sleepwalks out of his house, again, in a town with many open flames, wouldn’t happen if he had a door

3 “oh look egabell, a small creature that looks like it’s food but we know literally nothing else about it LETS PUT IT IN OUR MOUTHS, ACTUALLY NOT JUST US LETS LET EVERYONE PUT IT IN THEIR MOUTH”

Miss girl girl has the same investigation techniques as a 3 year old. Also “oh wow it has drastic bodily side effects well that’s not concerning” and “oh they hide peoples BONES in places? And everyone who came before us is dead? How delightful we must investigate this mystery”

4 oh idk…the litERAL ACTIVE FUCKING VULCANO??? Your organizing a vacation on an island with an active vulcano? Like are you sure? Also common earthquakes? I feel like that’s an immediate reason as to why not to do that, Propably just me tho

5 with all the safety hazards there, that are or aren’t lizberts fault (most of them are actually snorpy and floofty’s) only one doctor, who doesn’t actually have anything but a little bag thing strapped to her and isn’t even there most of the time. They’re all just let loose throwing glass jars of peanut butter at each other ( i assume they’re glass because the only alternative is clear jelly with pb inside), setting shit on fire, asking the journalists to throw shit at them (acid, weights) and making murder weapons. And shes just away i guess

If she didn’t turn into the queen of bugsnax I think she’d end up in a bunch of legal trouble for endangering the lives of like 12 whole people and depending on the ending some of them dying just because of her sheer dumbassery

[aparticularbandit]

Crossing Resident (I)

Summary: Chiaki knows Crossing probably better than anyone else alive, other than its makers, or she could, if she wanted. When Junko asks for help, it starts a relationship she didn't know to expect.

Prompted by @yabashiri.

Chapter Rating: G. Fic Rating: T.

AO3

next chapter

“Nanami-senpai.”

“Hm?”

Chiaki barely looks up from her Game Girl Advance.  She could play this game in her sleep – most of the moves aren’t randomized, and there’s only so many places the enemies can be, and she’s played the game so much that she doesn’t even think about any of this ever (because she’d never thought about it when she was playing it the first time and now it’s just all muscle memory) – but that doesn’t mean she wants to look away.  This game has good graphics – gorgeous graphics – and the soundtrack is enhanced by the sound of the water fountain behind her.  It’s very atmospheric.

“Do you play every game?”

Chiaki flinches.  Blinks twice.  Doesn’t stop playing her game, and doesn’t miss a beat in it.  “What do you mean?”

“I mean, there are, like, hundreds of games that come out every year.  The big name pushy stuff, the big name good stuff, the indie games, the mobile games, all that gambling bullshit—”

As the list goes on, Chiaki considers that there’s no such thing as bullshit games and good games.  A lot of times what makes a good game is subjective.  Different gamers want different things, and one gamer’s Sonic Boom is another gamer’s Pokemon Red.  No one really wants to have that conversation, though.

When the girl finishes, Chiaki says, “I play the games I want to play.  Mostly retro games.  Chat gets mad that I don’t play shooters, but I don’t like them.”

A smile twitches at the corner of the other girl’s lips – Chiaki can see it reflected in her GGA screen – and she says, “How can she be the Ultimate Gamer if she’s not winning any competitions?  Like that’s how you measure that sort of thing.  It’s all bullshit.”

“Did you want to ask about a game in specific?”

“Yeah, uh.”  The girl sits next to her and then says, much more quietly, “Do you play Crossing?  I just started my own game, and I’m trying to get all the fruit trees.  And cosmos seeds, if you have them.  Or pansies.  They’re my favorites, but I got stuck with tulips and mums.  Which is shit luck because pansies are one of my birth month flowers, so I could have—”

Chiaki pauses her game and glances over to the other girl.  She’s familiar with her enough to recognize her once they’re sitting next to each other, but not so familiar that she could guess who she was from her voice alone.  “Enoshima-san,” she says, “why are you asking me?  Your fans would give you anything you want.  You just have to ask them.”

Junko sighs and clasps her hands together between her bare knees.  “I’ve got an island for them to visit,” she says.  “It’s all decked out and full of the most popular villagers.  I hold raffles to have fans come in and take a villager when they leave, and I go out and visit their islands, too, from time to time.”

It’s so boring, she seems to say, even though those words never leave her lips.

“I just….”  Junko sighs again, and her head tilts innocently enough to the side.  “I wanted something that was just for me, you know?  So I’ve got a second system and game and everything.  I’m starting it over from scratch, and I thought…maybe you’d help.”  She shrugs.  “But it’s fine if you don’t.  I can wait for the random flower seed drops at the store, and I’ll get the ones I want eventually.  Fruit will be harder, but if I get really desperate, I can swap some over from my original game.  It’s just—”

“Lonely,” Chiaki completes for her, gaze dropping to the GGA in her hands.

Out of the corner of her eye, Junko nods and hunches forward.  “Yeah.”

Chiaki presses her lips together and then nods.  “I’ll help.  But,” and here she pauses, careful not to meet Junko’s eyes as the other girl looks hopefully at her, “I want to visit your island instead of the other way around.  Okay?”

Junko beams.

[thesimonthedevious]

Post aotd head canons that mostly involve my ocs but I wanted to put them somewhere!!

During the battle, zorya and Olenas parents turn up to fight for them - their military cult holds strong and act as replacements for majority of klokateers lost that worked security. There's a whole redemption thing.

30% of the population left come forward to work for dethklok in any sector. Majority are put into labour - engineering, plumbing, electricians, builders - to rebuild. Key cities are picked first, and Cal leads many of the projects with Charles' assistance but becomes the face of the physical rebuilding of the US (the world?), called the New Dawn project. She's often seen flying around the US to push deadlines and join in the building, spending weeks and months at a time in certain locations. Nathan now and again joins in.

Politics is haywire. Dethklok are revered and Church of the Black Klok is weirdly even more popular. Surviving politicians start offering dethklok and comz millions of dollars of finance to sway their vote, snd therefore sway the people. But money means nothing to them now (until the economy is back up and running, and they realise being part of the majority sucks.). Olena and MF take it upon themselves to rip politicians off, manipulating them to put money into the New Dawn project and taking a portion for themselves.

Mordhaus expands - one of the first things to be fixed. It becomes a city in itself even more so, and a raffle is put out to a few thousand people to move in, as well as some more privileged folk, with dethklok allowed to choose a few personally (everyone gets really mad when toki chooses rockzo). Pickles *technically* should be overseeing the project (u know realtor boy, he's the best for the job. Kinda.) but hes fobbed it off to Olena. Girl is stressed!

To keep morale high during the rebuild process, the gang tour with a mix depending in who's available - and also means dethcomz can perform in two cities at once. All donations go back to the rebuild of society and then towards getting the economy back to normal.

There's a whole episode where the gang decide to give people jobs at random, because they're tired of being the ones that have to fix everything!! Prophecy people deserve holidays too!! Charles and Ursula have to spend a month fixing the problem and send them off to the first fixed 4 star Hotel.

I firmly believe in a sick kinda depressing twist, everything literally just goes back to normal eventually. The world has a weird haze to it now and again, but the economy returns. Politicians start being backhanded. Dethklok are rich without really trying.

Oh and toki and olena get married like. Months after aotd and they're very happy.

[fumikomiyasaki]

🍎🍏 Ellis decided to show up to the festival to see Carol! Although she’s not the biggest apple fan, she’s here for the celebration!

Apple of Fortune event- Join the Raffle

"Excuse me can I get through... jeez stop being in the way so much... and stop being so huge."

Ellis sighed in annoyance as she ellbowed herself through the crowds of the event to meet up with Carol. She got invited her but seeing this huge crowd of men between them she got tired of waiting till they are done and just pushed through it. Carol smiling back at her seeing her arrive.

"I really need one of those dresses some of the people wear here in pink, would look far better. But anyways I made it. *whispering* So many of your crushes are here too..."

"Hush... I don't want them to know, let me tell the crowd I take a break and lets go to a more comfy place."

Ellis nodded and they both went off after Carol excused herself ot the crowd.

"Seems you have a lot to do, popular are we."

"I don't even get why... Andrew is a high standing noble and Meyra... well she is a mystery, I thought people like that more."

"From what i saw that red haired dude seems sketchy af, and the green haired girl may be pretty but just a bit out of place. I get why they go to you... most people also know you the most. Anyways you need to grant me a good fortune."

"I can't choose that... The apples are random but..."

Carol holds out the basket to her.

"If you choose yourself maybe you have more luck."

Ellis closed her eyes and took one of the more plain apples in her head, sighing cause they didn't have the kind of shine she liked yet... opening the envelop she got a very good fortune.

"Just what I need... now I can go look for Malleus-"

Carol nodded seeing her smile and put the basket back.

"But know Ellis... there might be more than him for you too.... there might be some more people crushing on you than you think."

"You sound like you know someone..."

"Maybe..."

"Come on thats no fair, tell me at least."

"If I do, I would betray their friendship."

The girls laughed a little before Ellis put the fortune in her back and took a bite of the apple.

"Yuck this one tastes bland."

Carol took it off her hands.

"Don't worry. I will find someone to eat it. Just enjoy the festivities and we can hang out after. Tell me if you make use of your fortune though."

Ellis nodded as she saw Carol get back to the crowd and looked around the venue... hopeing to find what she is looking for.

[scottowilliams]

I just woke up from this unusually vivid dream (Mar 5 2024) where I was roped into attending this party at the home of this girl from high school. "Everyone" was there, which meant I didn't really want to be there and I found myself feeling awkward and trying to leave. There was also a cost or raffle of some kind attached to everything, like a stag and doe. Eventually, some people arrived I did want to see, a friend I haven't seen in years. We discussed my new glasses (including their weight?) Eventually it turned out that part of the purpose of the party was for someone to witness-sign this girl's Will, which I relented and did.

I left, but in the morning I woke up and was, as it turned out, living in a diner where the party had migrated for breakfast. Someone asked for sour cream, which to had to get from the part of the diner that was my home. My wife awoke to see the people -- it was not Mel, but a girl from high school/grade school I barely had any interaction with and was in fact one of the swells, but in the dream she was I guess a little on the outs with some people and hadn't gone to the party. The big line, upon her surprise at seeing our graduating class in our diner-home was "Honey, you remember... high school."

The dream petered out from there but there was also a bit about some boyfriends who had been dragged along, other male figures etc, standing aside, including the longtime boyfriend of the girl I had had an inappropriate crush on (who was at the party, of course.)

So, a lot to unpack. The girl whose party it was, I have seen once or twice in the world over the years, and have on instagram -- in fact I recently liked a pic of her hanging out with all her old friends. She seems to be doing well for herself and seems to have a certain number of things I wish for myself, so there's fresh envy there I suppose. We're watching a lot of old Degrassi and How I Met Your Mother, so the mid-2000s are on the brain. And the will thing is actually from my own life.

How my subconscious selected that random person for the role of my wife is a mystery, but I won't be kept up by it. Dreams are weird.

Get over it, kid.

[oldsellshop69]

Even slavers need to have a social life. So, in a secret corner of the city, there is a club where slavers hang out called Club S. We can hang out there, grab a drink, even bring newly captured slaves and sell them locally.

But keeping a place like this around is expensive. To be a member of Club S, you can pay a monthly membership fee or, you could go with option number 2.

Every month, Club S holds a raffle. Any female member of the club can enter or the girlfriend/wife of a member. Each person in the raffle is assigned a number and if your number is drawn, you’re sold into slavery. The proceeds from the sale goes to keeping Club S going.

Whitney has been a slaver for a while now. And while she does it mostly for the money, secretly, the thought of being sold off turns Whitney on. So, for the past 4 months, Whitney has been entering the raffle.

Tonight’s raffle will have a total of 17 girls participating. Whitney has been assigned lucky #7. Since some of the girls might change their minds after being selected, all the girls are bound, gagged and blindfolded before the raffle.

Standing the with other girls, Whitney waits while the announcer pulls a random balls and announces the loser. It’s #7.

Even though Whitney is a slaver, she is taken away and sold off. She should have just paid the $29.99 membership fee.

[butwhyduh]

Had a random idea: what would the batboys’ (though mostly Tim’s) reaction be to finding out caffeine gives their S/O migraines?

Tim

“I made coffee if you want some,” Tim offered. He could make 2 dishes perfectly: coffee and cereal.

You smiled and shook your head. Tim had a permanent warm smell of fresh coffee that was comforting but it wasn’t for you.

“It gives me migraines actually,” you answered looking up from your book. He stopped mid pour.

“What? Coffee?”

“Caffeine,” you answered. You went back to reading.

“Hmmm,” he said completing his coffee pour. “Why didn’t you say so? I have decaf.”

“Oh uh..”

Jason

“I made my famous dessert, tiramisu,” he said showing off a beautiful fluffy brown dusted dessert; a cute proud smile on his face.

“Oh,” you said as the smile fell from your face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked sitting it down on the counter.

“Nothing! I mean- well- I, kinda, don’t eat caffeine because it gives me migraines,” you admitted.

“Oh! Oh,” he said looking down at the dessert. “I wouldn’t eat it because it has espresso in it.”

“Yeah…”

“You know what, I can eat it all myself later. And we can walk down the street and get ice cream. And next time I can make it caffeine free,” Jason said.

“You don’t mind?” You said as you both slid on your shoes.

“You kidding me? I’d have to be the biggest ass to want you to eat something to give you a migraine. Don’t even think about it. What are your thoughts on mango ice cream?”

Dick

“I have a surprise,” Dick said with his hand over your face. His other held your waist gently and guided you into place.

“You really didn’t-“

“Hush. It’s your birthday,” he said and you could hear the smile in his voice. “It might be… unusual but I thought you’d like it.”

“Okay,” you said with a nervous sigh.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

You opened your eyes to see a fancy Italian coffee making thing. Oh no. Everyone loves coffee but you. You’d have to tell Dick because he bought something that must have cost a fortune.

“Oh, thanks. Uh,” you said turning in his arms and his smiled dropped a little at your vibes. “I love it. But I don’t drink coffee. Most coffee gives me migraines,” you said with a bit of an apologetic grimace.

“Oh shit. I didn’t even notice. Not a great boyfriend moment,” Dick winced.

“No! It’s a really really nice gesture. It looks super expensive. Not that that makes a present good! But that you put work into-“

“I won it at work! The gym I work for did a raffle and I won. Don’t feel bad. I can’t afford something like that, ha,” Dick said rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. “I’ll take it to my place and I’ll get you something better. We can go out shopping. Not that expensive but something you like.”

“How bout we get something to eat and go watch that movie I want to see. Maybe even some popcorn too,” you said hugging him around the waist.

“I said less expensive, not more,” Dick joked. You rolled your eyes but let him kiss the side of your lips. “I’ll never financially recover but if that’s what my girl wants…”

Damian

“Damian,” you said laying on his bed on your stomach. Math homework stared up at you ominously. He stopped writing his own calculation.

“Hmm?”

“Did I ever tell you I don’t drink coffee?”

“No. Why is that?” He asked going back to writing. His back was on the opposite side of the bed from you with Damian facing you.

“It gives me migraines,” you said.

“Coffee? Is it that caffeine?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“Not uncommon. I’ll make sure Alfred makes your tea caffeine free,” Damian muttered.

“Hm”

“What?”

“I’m just surprised that’s all. Your whole family is practically on an IV drip of coffee,” you said leading your head against his knee playfully. Damian smiled and looked up.

“Not being addicted to a drug is a good thing. Especially if you’re prone to migraines,” he said. “You forgot to transfer the 7 on question 15.”

“Damn.”

Bruce

“And we can go get coffee in Brazil and macarons in Paris,” he said kissing your neck from behind. “I can take you anywhere in the world you could want.”

“Hmm,” you questioned with your eyes closed and neck bent to let him reach better. Bruce ‘s hand slowly pulled the zipper down on you party dress.

“We can leave tonight. Breakfast in Brazil?” He asked between kisses. His teeth gently scrapped at the lobe of your ear pulling a shiver from you.

“Oh, coffee?”

“Yes, after I ravage you all night I’ll get you the best coffee in the world,” he murmured as his hand pulled the dress fabric up.

“Oh, I don’t drink coffee,” you said. He hummed questioningly. “Caffeine gives me migraines.”

“Really? I’ll just have to find you something else. In Brazil or anywhere in the world you could wish,” he said turning you in his arms.

“The beach this time of the year sounds nice,” you admitted with a smile.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Bruce answered with a smirk.

[hihellogoodbyebruh]

I Know What You’re Thinking, You’re On My Mind (You’re Right)

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Angel are in love and these are different moments in the span of their relationship.

Warning(s): Just a lot of fluffy goodness....okay some angst (it’s me lol) but mostly fluff

Word count: 2,526

AN: This is kind of a songfic, but also not really? I think of it as a bunch of drabbles loosely connected by random parts of a song. Song title and inspo from Come Close by Common ft. Mary J. Blige. The sweetest little fic I’ve ever written. Fat Black girls deserve to be loved loudly. This is for us. As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcomed. Happy reading lovelies! xo

Smile, happiness, you could model it And when you feel opposite I just want you to know Your whole, being is beautiful I'ma do the best I can do Cause I'm my best when I'm with you

The sound of a domino being slammed on the table caused several other park goers to turn their heads and see a striking woman jumping out of her seat.

“That’s domino bitches! Y’all really thought you could beat me in dominoes? Shoulda checked my credentials mofos!” Y/N shouted, a huge smile on her face as she talked shit.

The guys around the table all groaned and huffed as she celebrated her win. Coco swore up and down that he would be the winner and Gilly was just as sure that he would be the one. EZ just wanted to play and Angel kept his mouth shut knowing his girl had been playing dominoes with her father and uncles practically all her life.

“Whatever, Y/N. You not seeing me in poker.” Coco grumbled, though he was fighting to keep a smile off his face. He was impressed.

“Well this aint poker is it? Run me my money.” She replied, rubbing her fingers together before holding out her hand.

The men all pulled out their wallets and placed the correct amount of money into Y/N’s hands. She grinned as she fanned herself with the money before draping her body across the smirking Angel’s lap.

“Oh hey there sexy. If you’re nice I might buy you something with this considerable fortune I just won.” Y/N winked.

“You my sugar mama now?” Angel teasingly asked.

“I do taste sweet so I think I fit the description.”

“Damn right you do.” He smirked, before leaning down to kiss Y/N’s lips.

Santo Padre’s mayor, Antonia Pena, had put together a community fair to help raise money for the town and uplift spirits. It was also a great way for local businesses to showcase what they have to offer. Services and items were put into a raffle that everyone who attended the event got entered into. Y/N even managed to convince Felipe to have a little booth to show off his fine cuts of meat and how they could best be used in meals.

Angel was so in awe of her. She managed to pull even his grumpy ass father out of the house and she was constantly a source of light in his life. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky, but he knew he never wanted to let her go. He loved her more than anything and he knew she felt the same about him. She never doubted him or made him feel inadequate. She understood even the ugly parts of him. Didn’t excuse or condone his behavior, but she understood it and always reassured him that she knew he could do better.

“Whatchu staring at?” She asked, after the kiss ended and he kept his intense gaze on her.

“My whole world.” He answered honestly and she felt herself get a little emotional.

“If you make me cry in public, I will hurt you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He replied, nipping at her shoulder and making her grin.

I know in the past, love Has been sort of hard on you But I see the God in you I just want to nurture it Though this love may hurt a bit

Neither of them had the best track record when it came to relationships. Angel had an awful habit of doing things without thinking about the consequences of his actions. Impulsive isn’t a strong enough word to describe how he is. He runs on emotion a lot of the time. It frustrates Y/N to no end. She doesn’t operate like that. She rarely if ever acts on impulse. She thinks too much. Worries too much about how people will react to her and her actions. Her hesitance to engage in things before she’s run every possible scenario through her head makes Angel want to pull his hair out. He hates seeing her unsure of herself. He makes it his mission to help her just get lost in the moment sometimes. And she tries her hardest to slow him down and make him think more on things before he acts.

His lifestyle also guaranteed their love won’t always be sunshine and roses. The first time Angel got hurt Y/N thought she was going to pass out. The level of panic and fear she felt almost took her down. When she finally got to see him in the hospital bed, she burst into tears. Once he was healed, she tried to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let her. The one time Y/N was verbally and physically accosted in front of Angel, he almost shot someone right in front of her. The need to protect her almost overrode his need to keep her away from the more violent side of himself.

The silence was deafening. Neither one was ready to take the first step and speak. The whole ride back home, Y/N never said a word. Not when Angel was getting chewed out by Bishop or when several people practically gawked at her even as they tried to make it seem like they weren’t. She was silent as she went through her nightly routine and prepared for bed.

It was as she sat on the edge of the bed, preparing to slide under the covers that Angel finally snapped.

“You’re really not gonna fucking say anything?” He practically growled at her, glaring at her from where he stood at the foot of the bed. He had on his usual sleepwear of a tank top and sweats.

She sighed, “What do you want me to say Angel?”

“Anything. Cuss me out, kiss me, or I don’t know, maybe thank me?” He suggested, sarcasm in his voice at the last part because he was clearly exasperated.

She cut her eyes at him fiercely. “Thank you? You want me to thank you?”

“Yes.” He stubbornly confirmed.

She shot up from the bed and spun to face him full on. She had never been so mad at him. “Thank you Angel for causing a bigger scene. Thank you Angel for almost igniting a war between two gangs over one stupid joke. Thank you for putting yourself in harm's way and almost giving me a heart attack. Thank you so much Angel.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. It wasn’t just a stupid joke. You think I care so little about you that I wouldn’t fuck someone up for you?”

“I’ve heard way worse..” She argued, so used to minimizing her pain. Her dismissal of the incident as something trivial made him even more pissed.

“I don’t give a damn what you heard. Aint nobody gonna disrespect you in front of me and think I’m just gonna let that shit slide.”

“You could have killed him.”

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.” He exploded, making her freeze and stare at him with her mouth slightly open. “You’re mine. I don’t know what kinda cowards you been dealing with before, but I don’t play that shit. There is no joking when it comes to you. Not from some hijo de puta who has the audacity to put his hands on you. He’s lucky the only thing I did was bust him in the head with my pistol.”

“Angel…..” She sighed, her eyes closing as she took in his words. She understood his point but was still uncomfortable with the methods.

He walked over to her and cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her forehead before resting his head on hers. He spoke only after she opened her eyes, “You can be mad. I already know you are, but I’m not apologizing for protecting you.”

She had to get used to being loved and protected so adamantly by someone. So often left to comfort herself and bury her hurt, it took her a while to accept Angel’s form of protection. A part of her kept her guard up waiting for him to turn it against her, but that day never came. Any violent outbursts he had in her presence were never directed at her and so she found herself trusting him whole-heartedly. Her love for him deepened as time moved forward.

You helped me to discover me I just want you to put trust in me

Y/N loved Pops and she enjoyed the family dinners with him and EZ, but she knew he was not the perfect father. He made mistakes and Angel still hasn’t completely dealt with the issues the mistakes left him with. Everything just got buried. She knew when he was starting to feel inadequate or like he didn’t deserve her because he would become even more clingy. He was already very affectionate with her, always having a hand on her back and kissing her head. She loved how open he was, but when he was going through it the touches would have a desperate edge to them. Like he was trying to prove something.

A new episode of Joseline’s Cabaret played on the tv showing off the Puerto Rican Princess’ latest antics. Y/N had on sweats and a tank top as she laid on your back and giggled at the fight on her screen. She doesn't know why she watches that show, but it was entertaining.

Her front door opened and in walked the man she’d been seeing for a year now.

“What did I tell you about leaving this door unlocked?”

“I knew you were coming over so why would I lock it?” She argued, tilting her head back to watch Angel toe off his shoes and take off his kutte.

“You’re so hard headed.” He slapped the outside of her thigh and leaned in for a kiss before lying in between her legs. His head rested on her stomach and her hands immediately began running through his hair. His hands ran over her thighs as he buried his face in her belly and just breathed her in.

“You walked right in so obviously I was right.” Her hands moved from his hair to slide down his back, feeling for any new bruises. “How was your day? Do I gotta kick someone’s ass for messing with my man?” She asked, a teasing tone to her words even though she was kinda being serious.

“I’m all good, mi dulce.” He responded, already knowing her touches were to comfort him but also give herself some peace of mind that he was with her and he was still whole.

It was quiet for a moment before Angel propped his chin on her belly and looked at her. She brought her attention from the television to him. There was a gentle look in his eyes, full of love but also a vulnerability that made her heart clench.

“You love me right?” He gripped her hips tightly as he searched her eyes for the truth in her words.

Her eyes widened at his question. “Of cour-”

He interrupted her. “Because I love you so damn much, querida. I know I’m not easy, but I try to be better for you.”

“Angel…” Her hand gently caressed his cheek as she softly smiled at him. “You are my favorite person in this whole world. You love me like no other and I’ll always love you. Never forget that. And when you do, I’ll be here to remind you.” She leaned forward to kiss his lips and felt his grip on her hips loosen.

The two shared loving kisses for several minutes before he pulled away and kissed her stomach before laying his head back down. His attention finally focused on the television. “What the fuck are you watching?”

She was unable to contain her giggles.

I kind of laugh when you cuss at me The aftermath is you touching me

“Oh, is that funny? Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Not at all gorgeous.” His words and his facial expression did not match.

“Then why are you smirking? I’m as serious as a heart attack. If you miss the ceremony where I’m awarded for my work, we’re gonna have some big problems Reyes.” She threatened, not letting that smirk get to her as it usually did. The club pulled him away a lot but some things she just needed him present for.

“Mmhm…how big?” He asked, still joking around.

“Angel!” She admonished, striking out to punch him in the stomach and making him grunt.

“You know I love when you scream my name. Sexy as fuck.” He growled, before playfully tackling her to the bed. She finally laughed as he kissed and nipped at her neck. He pulled back to look down in her eyes. “Hey, come hell or high water Imma be there. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

The smile she flashed him was bright enough to light the darkest of nights.

I'm tired of the fast lane I want you to have my last name

Dabbing her eyes with a napkin, Y/N smiled as Angel and EZ shared a heartfelt hug after the best man speech. She knew EZ’s speech would be beautiful and she thanked him for his kind words.

“You’re my sister for real now.” He responded, making her wanna cry again but she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before Angel pulled her into a side hug.

“First dance time.” He whispered in her ear, taking her hand and leading her out to the dance floor.

“How does it feel to be Y/N Reyes?” Angel asked, his eyes taking her in. She looked so magnificent in her wedding dress. He wanted to rip it off, but also he couldn’t take his eyes off how good she looked in it. If he shed some tears when she walked down that aisle, who could blame him?

“It feels like the most natural thing in the world. I’m so beyond honored to be Mrs. Angel Reyes.” She responded, her eyes filling with happy tears but she refused to let them fall. She just felt so overwhelmed with happiness. Even though he’d long gotten rid of the jacket, she loved that he actually wore a suit. He hardly ever wore one and it was a damn shame. He looked so delicious she couldn’t wait for them to get back home.

Y/N found herself really taking the moment in. Their family and friends watched them with huge smiles on their faces. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Angel for long as he held her in his arms, his hands always making her feel safe. This was her life and he was her future.

Her eyes twinkled as she asked him, “Ready for forever?”

Come close to me, baby (Yeah, love) Let your love hold you (Let me hold you tonight, babe) I know this world is crazy (It gets crazy, but I'll be right here) What's it without you? (We gon' make it, I love you, I love you, I love you)

[raphael-schreave]

Practice Challenge + Side RP Sign Ups

Hey, everyone! The Practice Challenge is finally here to officially start this OC8! Remember that this challenge is entirely optional, but also recommended in order to let us all get to know your characters and their personalities. You have entire freedom about the theme of your fic but here are the prompts we usually use: 

Prompt 1: Life before the selection and journey to the palace:

How was life before the selection? (family, friends, province, workspace, struggles…)

Why did you decide to fill The Selection application letter?

How did you find out about the selected’s name being leaked by King Raphael during the Instagraph live that happened on August 31, 2170? (thoughts, reactions, comments, memes…)

Where were you when you find out you were selected?

Prompt 2:  Send offs, makeovers, and first day at Angeles Palace:

How was your send-off from your province? (occurred between September 6-7, 2170. )

How was your plane ride? (who were your plane mates?)

Makeover (which changes were made on your appearance?)

What did you do on your first day in the palace (on September 7th 2170.) (Who did you meet?)

How do you feel about it all?

To give you more details, here is the Complete Practice Challenge Document. [LINK]

In this spreadsheet, you’ll find the following important documents and details: 

Plane Mates (Who you will you be traveling)

Send-Off Schedules (Suggested, the only thing set in stone are the times of arrival-- since your OC’s travel time will depend on their city of origin)

Room Assignments (which are first come first serve and is editable by you)

Selected Send-Off Details like Outfits

Additionally, here is a list of provincial flowers that the girls wear with their Send-Off outfits (special thanks to Anna for initiating this): [LINK] 

Side RPs

Alrighty, with the practice challenge: we will also be opening up Side RPs (Roleplays that are not exactly required but are there for character interactions and stories) with the host characters. 

Here are some General Side RP Rules for OC8: 

Everyone will have a maximum of two (2)  RPs/requests at a time. You may only request another RP, when you will be posting anything from your backlog of RPs. 

RPs are required to be posted within two (2) weeks of their official end. An extra week of extension for posting may be requested with the hosts should the need arise (because real life happens).

As usual, we will be implementing a BYORPI or "Bring Your Own RP Idea" for every RP, meaning that the requesting participant must be the one to come up with the setting, idea, or gimmick for their RP-- but may coordinate with the hosts for some help.

Just to be transparent with you, we will be requiring you to post your RPs because we would want everyone to at least have access to what exactly is going on in the OC and to also keep the OC content alive and consistent throughout the entirety of the OC. 

Alright, now here are the Practice Challenge Side RP Guidelines:

Just like the previous OCs, all host characters (except King Raphael) will be open for RPs. Side romances (consisting of Archie, Bianca, and Sam ) will have two (2) slots open. And the rest of the family (consisting of Eleanor, Bellamy, Sylvan, and Sandra) will have only one (1) slot open. In the OC world, all of these RPs must happen between September 7-September 8 (until 3 PM).

Everyone will have the chance to pick 3 characters (1 main and two backups) to show their interest to have an RP with, but you may also opt to pick one if you’re dead set for a specific character only. 

Signing up for Side RPs will be open for two days and will close on August 9, 6:00PM (UTC -4:00). We will be randomly raffling off the spots for RPs based on your preference and announcing them on August 10, 6:00PM (UTC -4:00). 

Following the announcement of the randomized RP assignments, you will then have to fill up the RP Request Form so we can start monitoring everyone’s RPs and receive the formal request from your end. Every request you send will also be viewable in the SelectionOC8 Participant Notion, where you can also see the current load of each host. 

After filling up your RP request, you can then expect a message from the host in charge of your assigned host character so you may coordinate your specific prompt and set up the formal RP chat room.

For everyone’s reference, this is the flow of what to do and expect when it comes to RP requests: 

Find the Practice Challenge Side RP Request Form here [LINK].

The Practice Challenge will be happening in the OC Universe anytime until September 8, 2170 (3 PM). OOC, this Practice Challenge will be from August 7, 2021 - August 18, 2021. 

All entries/fics for this Practice Challenge must be posted and reblogged to the Selection OC8 net by August 18th OOC date. Additionally, RPs must be posted within two (2) weeks of its ending. 

If you have any doubts or questions feel free to message us on hangouts or send us an ask on @oc8-admins  or @raphael-schreave​ 

[celestialflamesme]

| A LOVER, NOT A FIGHTER | A GaLe One-shot | Fairy Tail |

Ships: Gajeel x Levy, a bit of Natsu x Lucy

This is dedicated to @luna-chan00 and Kuro-san and the amazing guild I am a part of!! @biorckstudios18 @primaverafrog All of you made my day😁😄

At 4'10" most found Levy McGarden, a petite bluenette, cute and tiny and basically harmless.

Most would be right.

Levy was a lover, not a fighter. Even her admirers and companions, Jet and Droy weren't convinced their crush was safe going almost anywhere, and took it as their personal mission to guard the tiny faerie from danger. (If they ever stopped fighting, that is.)

She was a booksexual through and through however, so half the time there was no need for protecting of any sort because she had her nose buried in some book or another. (If only her friends took a hint and fought OUTSIDE THE LIBRARY. Porlyusica gave her enough nasty looks without them in the picture anyways. And why would anyone want to talk in the vicinity of BOOKS?!)

And there was no need for dating of any sort was there? As long as Augustus Waters, Rhysand and her other book boyfriends existed, her thirst for romance was quenched and that well was closed. Phew.

But then came Lucy Heartfilia, her best friend and fellow lover of intellectual pursuit. Lu-chan was currently writing her own book and story, which led to the current dilemma Levy was in. Because Lu-chan's story was based on her very own fairy tale with Natsu.

Now don't take her the wrong way, she was soo happy for her best friend! (Well, maybe not that much considering she lost a bet of 500 jewels to Cana over when NaLu (her OTP!!) would finally sail...) But when the two soulmates finally realised their feelings for each other and began dating, it opened up the box of What if's that Levy had kept locked up and she found herself craving one of her own. Badly.....

Her friends told her to try dating Jet or Droy, but she'd basically grown up with them and they were more of brothers to her than anything.

It was with these thoughts that she boarded the train to Magnolia with Lu-chan. Their favourite fantasy writer had a book launch and Levy had one two passes at a random raffle she'd entered (Porlyusica had mentioned it to her, albeit begrudgingly. Levy had squealed and hugged her so tight she'd whacked the bluenette with a dictionary. Owie! But so worth it.)

Even the rain didn't seem to dampen their mood as they stepped out the station with identical Cheshire grins on their faces.

"LU-CHAN THAT WAS SOO AMAZING!! LOOK AT THESE T-SHIRTS WE GOT!!" Levy squealed.

"I KNOW!!!" Lucy did a little happy dance that made them burst into giggles. "I feel so bad that we didn't get a sword for Erza too, you know."

"Oh we'll get her strawberry cake or something. That'll cheer her up!" Levy snapped her fingers.

Lucy grinned. "Natsu said there's a bakery right around here that sells the best cupcakes. I bet a couple 50 of those and a strawberry cake would win over our Titania!"

"Ah Lu-chan, I can't walk another minute. Tiny legs, remember?" Levy sighed. "I'll wait over here, take my umbrella! Be safe and text me okay?"

The blonde gave her a thumbs-up in response as she headed North.

Levy scanned her surroundings and finding her destination, a warm seat at just the right distance for maximum cool wind effect and minimum rain, she deposited her bags (Did they really buy so much merch? It felt like it was so little!) and perched herself on it. Now if only she had a cup of tea-

A rustle from behind had her tilting her head and just in time as she stopped herself from gasping.

There approaching her was the tallest man she'd ever seen.

Like seriously, he was gargantuan! His hair was rough looking and reached up to his shoulders. The man was decked in black and his piercings Good Lord. He looked like a mafia lord out of a Wattpad fanfic!

(And no, Levy was no fool. She wasn't gonna be kidnapped or mugged today, oh no. No amount of sweet loving later would convince her. Nu-uh. She had a working brain, aye sir!)

The giant (okay, that may be a bit ride but what else would she call him? Rust bucket? By the way, how did he keep those piercings from rusting? Did he change them everyday? What did he look like without them?) sat silently next to her. Levy sent a silent prayer to the anime gods and texted Lu-chan asking her to hurry up. Nervously fidgeting, she put her hand in her purse just in case.

A text from Lu-chan. "Levy-chan, why don't you meet me at platform 135 and we go from there? These cupcakes are no joke! I shouldn't have skipped Arm day!" Uh oh. But it was still raining and these were a lot of bags.

She took in a deep breath and stood up determined. But right as she went to pick a bag from the seat, her peripheral vision caught the stranger's hand reach out.

In a span of 3 seconds, she took out the dagger she'd bought at the book launch and pointed it at him. "NOT TODAY, SUCKER!"

Ah, now you may ask, What was the big "I'm a lover, not a fighter" bullshit you just fed us a second earlier? And to that she'd say, she hadn't a clue why she did it. She was well trained in the art of Blades (Erza was a very passionate knife-thrower and a believer of womanly self defense.Enough said.) But whip out a dagger? She didn't mean to!!

The stranger blinked at her and raised his arms in surrender. "Whoa there little Scorpion, I was just trying to help ya with those bags there. Because it's raining and all."

She squinted at him suspiciously, "How do I know that?"

"Because I told you, gihee! " He toothily grinned. Oh dear, was that the grin her book boyfriends gave the protaganists? She could totally see the appeal. She was supposed to be immune, damn it!

"I guess you can? Though I don't reckon you'd want to now considering I held you at knifepoint."

"I like a feisty shrimp. We have to work on your stance however. Someone could just go whoop and carry you on their shoulder like a sack of potatoes." He cheekily commented. She nervously laughed.

Grabbing a bunch of her bags (Looks like he didn't skip on Arm day. Oh vey....) he marched obediently by her side till they reached Lucy who had to blink several times before she realised she wasn't dreaming.

"Thank you-", she paused, waiting for his name.

"You can call me Gajeel. You can also call me." He grabbed a piece of paper seemingly out of nowhere. Before she could register what was happening, he used her head as a bench and jotted down his digits. She squeaked (Since!! When!! Did!! She!! Squeak!!) in protest earning a throaty chuckle from him and a confused sound from Lucy (Me too, Lu-chan, me too...) He handed his number to her.

"Don't get lost in the big city, little shrimp! Take care of her for me, Bunny girl!" Gajeel laughed as he went the other way.

Lucy finally turned toward her bluenette friend. "What just happened?"

"I have no idea, Lu-chan!" She was confused and kind of miffed at the teasing and confidence this random stranger had. Who did he think he was?

And yet that night, when she texted him Goodnight after a longgggg conversation, (She even forgot about the three fanfics she'd planned to binge on that night! Who would've thought?) she found herself sighing.

Yup, she was definitely a lover, not a fighter.

[prompt-master]

It's Snooping Time

Makoto had the nosiest little sister. He had to shoo her out of his room all the time to keep her from getting her grubby little hands all over his things. He couldn't even begin to count the amount of manga Komaru just straight up stole from him. Not to mention that she even went so far as to snoop through his mail and open his Hope's Peak Acceptance letter while he was out.

He'd made sure to rid his room of anything he didn't want her taking before he left for Hope's Peak. It was the only precaution he could make with even a chance of working. It was such a strange feeling moving into his dorm and not having to worry about Komaru checking every nook and cranny when he turned his back. It was relaxing, honestly. He did miss his sister, and he loved her dearly! But he didn't love some of the crap she pulled.

But that's alright, because now Makoto had a chance to catch up and remind himself of all the things he loved and hated about Komaru. After the Ultimate Pharmacist accidentally caused a risky chemical spill that managed to leak to the dorms through the vents, everyone had been given a week off campus!

He'd been having the time of his life attending as an Ultimate. All his new friends were so lively and made him excited to face each day. He treasured every bond he'd made over the course of the year. It was a bit overwhelming at times being surrounded by the most talented eccentric individuals Hope's Peak's scouters could find, and walking into his quaint little home only reminded him of how average he really was compared to everyone else in the school. He somehow managed to be more average than other raffle winners.

"I'm home-"

"Makoto!"

His mother pulled him into a quick unexpected hug.

"Ack- mom-!"

"Aw, Makoto we missed you! I've never been away from you from so long, you're growing up!" Her arms curled around his back, pulling him in tighter and tighter. One hand ruffled his hair from the back, the other lay on his shoulder.

"I missed you too mom" Makoto laughed, embarrassed as his mom planted a kiss on his head, "but can you please let go? You're crushing me."

"Makoto!" Another voice cried out and Makoto held his chest, recovering from the previous hug.

"Hi Komar- oof!"

She gave him a heavy slap on the back before another hearty hug, giving him a mouthful of hair. He could feel her usual energetic excitement, she pulled off of him quickly, hands on his shoulders and starry eyes wide, "How was it?! Are the students as weird as the internet says?! Do you have any hot upperclassmen?! You go to school with your stupid idol crush now don't you?!"

Just about a year ago all this energy would have left Makoto dizzy and tired, now he considered it low energy compared to the intensity of everyday life around the Ultimates.

Makoto laughed, a soft sweet sound. Home sweet home, after all. He did have much he wanted to tell his sister. She was going to freak out when she found out Yamada Hifumi, the author of her favorite doujin, was in his class. "Calm down Komaru, I just got home."

"Geez," she said, tone light and teasing, "you go to an elite school and come back like you went on a life changing journey! Where's my brother who gets annoyed at all my questions, huh?"

"Give your brother a break, Komaru." Their dad joined the scene, clapping a hand onto Makoto's shoulder. "You'll have plenty of time over the week to hear about all his adventures."

"You just want to hear about it too, dad."

"Guilty as charged." their dad put up his hands in admission, chuckling softly.

"You should get settled in," when his mother smiled, she had little crinkles around her eyes. It was such a small detail but he missed seeing such a genuine joy on someone's face, "we won't have as much to tell you as you will us though."

"That's ok mom!"

Makoto found himself relaxing. Even though he'd been away from home for so long he fit right back in like he always belonged here. After an awkward wave he left down the hall to get into his room. On his way there, an unfamiliar glint of light from the living room wall caught his eye, causing him to look up. There was a new frame up on the wall. More of Komaru's art, maybe? 

He came closer to the simple black frame, seated in a spot that was rather obvious. Like his parents wanted all visitors to see this particular frame. From a distance it looked mostly white and blank. He got close enough to make out the little black text that simply and quickly announced Makoto's acceptance into the school of a lifetime. 

Makoto smiled. They framed his acceptance letter. He was really happy to be home. He felt loved before he left, but now he felt adored. 

As he pushed open the door to his room and dropped his bags to the floor he briefly wondered how different things would be after starting out a new path in his life. But once he sat down on his bed he felt like he'd never really left. He was excited to have dinner with his family again, but he also has text messages from his new friends to look forward to! 

The problem was Makoto got too relaxed. He was used to sleeping in a cozy locked dorm where everyone only bothered to knock in order to ask him to hang out elsewhere. So when Makoto went to dinner he left his backpack free for the picking on the floor of his bedroom. 

And of course, Komaru wasted no time poking her head into said room. How could she not?! Her brother is getting a once in a lifetime opportunity! No, not even that, most lives don't get to experience even a taste of what Makoto gets to indulge in. How could she not want to know more?! A quick inspection of the bags he brought over showed pretty much only clothes and a teddy bear wearing the Hope's Peak emblem on its shirt. 

And then she turned her attention towards his backpack. Maybe she'd find some embarrassing doodles in his notebooks, Makoto did have a tendency to scribble when lectures bored him. She zipped open the bag, bouncing up and down in anticipation as to what she might discover. 

Ugh, boring. Why did Makoto only have a bunch of school supplies in his backp- oh. Well actually, that did make sense. Even though Makoto was accepted into the school unconditionally it seemed he still wanted to prove himself. 

Well, average grades. It's certainly not exceptional but...he is trying. 

Feeling a bit dejected at the lack of juicy information, she opened the front pocket of his backpack with much less vigor than prior. Then she paused.

Oh my, oh my, oh my. What do we have here? 

Within the pocket were several small envelopes each sealed with a well placed red heart sticker.

Confession Letters. 

Naegi Makoto had confession letters. 

There was NO WAY anything in this world could keep Komaru from digging further. She quickly took one of the letters into her hand and inspected it. 

"Maizono Sayaka" 

She gasped, it was the idol crush! That was definitely Makoto's handwriting, it was always a bit distinctly messy. No doubt in her mind that her brother wrote these. 

She looked back into the bag, where so many envelopes lay in waiting for the day someone would open them. She felt herself building up an uncontained excitement. Was Makoto so enamored with Miss Maizono Sayaka that he had to write several drafts of his confession? She could totally imagine Makoto about to hand over his letter before going red in the face and sprinting away in panic. 

She wondered if she could open up some of these without getting caught, she desperately wanted to read the embarrassing contents. She picked another letter from the back of the pouch and turned it over. 

"Kirigiri Kyoko" 

Her amusement grew three sizes. She was trying hard not to laugh, her brother was crushing on two girls who were most certainly out of his league? What did he think he was, an anime protagonist? 

She picked up another, buzzing with excitement. 

"Togami Byakuya"

Her eyes almost popped out of her head at that one. Togami Byakuya? Wait… Togami? Like THAT Togami? Togami Corporation? Wait- a BOY? 

No way. No fucking way. She totally called it. But to think that Makoto wasn't just crushing on a TOGAMI but was writing letters hoping to confess. The image of her average joe brother handing, not just a random someone but a TOGAMI, a handwritten letter made her giggle.

She continued to pick through the letters. He certainly had a thing for Kyoko and Byakuya as there were SEVERAL versions of those letters. There were a few more for Sayaka, and a few singles for others such as someone named Asahina Aoi, and someone named Ikusaba Mukuro.

Was Makoto just falling in love with anyone who so much as looked at him? 

She needed so desperately to know more. She was trying hard not to sputter with laughter at the assortment of letters now in her lap. Makoto didn't just think he was an anime protagonist he seemed like he thought he was a harem protagonist. 

The door opened up, leaving Komaru without even a single moment to put everything back. 

"Komaru, you know I don't like you in my-..." Makoto's slightly annoyed tone cut off as he processed the sight in front of him. 

Komaru. His sister. With all his very personal letters in her grasp. 

Makoto quickly sprung into action. "Ack! No! No stop that! Why are you going through my bag!?" He dropped to his knees, sliding on the wooden floor and scrambling to rip all the letters away from her. 

She held on tight to one of them, it was one of Byakuya's letters. Her face was smug, knowing all too well she was about to bring the motherfucking gavel down on him. 

"Komaru let go!" Makoto whined trying to snag Komaru’s prize for snooping.

"I- ppftt - I can't believe you wanted to date like half your class!" Komaru disregarded her brother's pitiful plee and kept the letter just out of his reach. Her brother's face was beet red as he glared at her.

"H-hey it's not HALF!" Komaru continued to laugh at him, unable to even get a sentence out between her wheezes. Makoto picked up a pillow from his bed and threw it at her face. 

She rolled back with the impact, hopping up onto her feet and balancing on her heels. She held the letter high above her head. 

"I never thought you'd be the type to write CONFESSION LETTERS!" 

Makoto felt panic rushing through his very veins, "its not…!" He couldn't even do much but stay on the ground desperately trying to think of a way out of this situation "They aren't confession letters!! I dont have crushes on all of them now give it back!" 

His face, all the way to his ears, had gone so bright red you could make a paint swatch out of it.  

Komaru's amusement somehow grew worse at his words. She stood tall over him, her smile reminiscent of a cruel villain from an shounen anime. "All of them?" She said. 

Her face hurt from being unable to stop smiling, "All of them?! You have crushes on all of them at the same time?!" 

"No…!" 

"Oh my GOD I thought you just kept switching crushes because you're sensitive! Not piled them up!" 

"I didn’t-!" 

"What was the plan here Makoto?!" 

"I don't know! There is none!" 

"Oh my God I have to read one." 

"No!" 

That got Makoto back into action, jumping up to once again try to tear the letter by force out of his sister's hands. She retaliated by licking his hand when it came near her face. 

"Gross! Komaru!" 

"Makoto please you need to tell me. You're seriously going after a TOGAMI?" 

She was pretty sure if Makoto blushed anymore he'd pass out from a head rush. 

"Tell me what you like about him" she said "or I'll tear this bad boy open!" 

"Honestly, I'm not too sure either…" Makoto had far more memories of Byakuya insulting him for being an 'optimistic commoner idiot' than he did memories of him being nice. 

Komaru flopped back, throwing herself down onto Makoto's bed hard enough that she got a bit of airtime. "You go to an elite school and now you think all these Ultimates are in your league!" She propped herself up on one arm "I mean, I expected this for Maizono, but I always thought you were more modest than this Makoto. You should know the harem comes to YOU, not the other way around!" 

Makoto's voice reached a pitch that she thought should be impossible, "I don't want a harem!" 

Completely sitting up on his bed now, waving the letter in her hand mockingly, she said "No? Trying to pick one lucky fella then?" 

"How am I supposed to choose?!" 

"No way you actually are. Pffftt…! You're in some deep shit Makoto!"

"It's not my fault..! I mean...they're all so amazing! Maizono-san and I became good friends right away...and when she told me she remembered me from middle school I was a goner…! 

And then Kirigiri-san trusts me - ME Komaru! - to help her on investigations. And- and sometimes she gets this adorable pout when I spend time with other friends for too long. And when she smiles at me...it's so rare but she has the prettiest smile...anyone would be lucky to have her! 

And oh no, Togami-kun. He seems almost like he hates hanging out with me, but then he gets upset when I seem disinterested. He tells me all these personal details about his life as if he wants me to be closer to him. How can I not look into that! 

All these people are messing with my head!" 

"Woah woah lover boy calm down!" 

Makoto panted, having to catch his breath after blurting out such a very personal speech about his feelings. Realizing just how embarrassing that entire thing was, he zippered his hood up all the way so that Komaru had no chance of seeing his embarrassment. He dropped himself back down so that he was sitting on the floor, reflecting on all the actions and words he picked to get him in this situation. Maybe if he just sat quietly he would actually disappear.

"Aren't you the older one here?" 

"Shut up…" 

"You always did have a soft heart, you fell for Maizono-san just from talking to her once! And now you've got all these guys to worry about" 

"I don't know what to do…" Makoto mumbled, "I'm lucky enough to be friends with them." 

"You really like all of them, huh?"

Makoto nodded, unzipping his hoodie just a smidge, enough so that his eye peeked out, "every chance I get to spend time with them feels really special"

Komaru, still sitting down on Makoto's bed, leaned her head back against the back wall. A much softer smile graced her face, it was a small little thing but Makoto understood the meaning. Komaru thumbled the envelope in her hands, then placed it by her side. 

"You're just...you're kinda amazing, Makoto." 

"Huh?" Makoto didn't understand that at all, he wasn't anything special at all! He only got lucky, otherwise he was the most average guy in Japan. He unzipped his hoodie all the way, embarrassment forgotten in his confusion.

"I mean look at you!" She lifted her head back up, gesturing wildly to all of Makoto, "you're out there, making friends with the most amazing people in the world just by being yourself! I mean...what is up with that?!"

Makoto smiled, "They are the most amazing people, huh?" 

"You've always been pretty good at making friends-" 

"So are you though!" 

"-but I never thought you'd be this good! You're going places! You're making connections!" Her excitement and gestures began to slowly lose steam as she spoke. Her movements more sluggish and heavy, her smile going away. 

"And I'm still gonna be here. Just a normal girl." 

Well...that made sense. Makoto felt exactly the same. He and his sister may be rather different, but they were also incredibly similar. They were both optimistic, friendly, they both saw the good in a lot of people, but they also both felt like they were painfully average. Makoto lifted himself off the ground and joined Komaru on the bed, sitting next to her. He knew that just telling her she was special wouldn't help much, he'd experienced people telling him that over and over and he still felt like he cheated his way into being "special".  

After a pause, Makoto said, "you know...I know a few Ultimates I think you'd make good friends with…" 

Komaru looked up at that, "Wait, really?" 

"Yeah! You'd get along great with Maizono-san, Enoshima-san-" 

Komaru gasped, "Enoshima? Like Enoshima Junko?" 

"Uh, yeah!" 

"She's a total BABE Makoto where's her letter!" 

Makoto laughed, she sure cheered up fast, "Maybe you can write it after you talk to her for a bit." 

"You really think she'd talk to me? I'm not an Ultimate." 

"Sure! If she can talk to me, she'll get along just fine with you! Ah but...careful...she can be kind of intense on pranks…"

"She sounds great!"

"And that's not all! There's also people you already know! You've read Yamada-san's fan books and one of Fukawa-san's novels!" 

"You know them?!" 

"You don't need to be in Hope's Peak and you don't need to be special to go places, I think you're fine as you are!"

Komaru's shoulders lifted and she curled in on herself, a genuine grateful look on her face, "thanks Makoto...you're a good brother" 

"Any time, Komaru." He smiled sweetly, "now give me my letter back."